In my mid-20s, after a few years of wrestling with the inadequacy of therapy and the foolishness of people, I realized I wasn’t depressed-the world was crazy-it was okay for me to feel this way. It’s a normal reaction to (a whole bunch of) BS.
Thank God I never took any meds.
BTW I feel perfectly fine when I am by myself and no one is bothering me. Unfortunately, I live on the east coast where there are 2.5 million people per square inch. I am trying to figure out a way to get out of here, but I don’t know where to go: tornadoes, floods, forest fires, robbers, rapists, the police shooting Black men, Black men shooting the police…Trump... I am truly scared.
Your title intrigued me, because I was actually born under a “shit star,” myself. Astrologically, Uranus is at the top of my chart. Uranus is the planet “of the do-dos”. It’s like that cartoon with Porky Pig going to the land of the Do Dos to find a Do Do and encountering all kinds of cray cray. That would be my life. My Uranus in in the 10th house: the house of work. In Libra: the sign of romance, friends and enemies. It’s a strange world, I live in. Every day is a winding road. I get a little bit closer…to checking myself into Bellevue.
I just want some peace. Quiet. Clean air. Clean water. Safe neighborhood. Comfy house. Backyard. Privacy. Good food. Good health and a nice Golden Retriever. Oh and yeah, some money, because I have to pay Obamacare for insurance I don’t need when I am not sick.